About the book
Stormproof aghra
The bell in the debate hall rang half a second off true, cracked somewhere down its brass throat years before either of them had arrived at St. Aidan’s, and Maeve Gallagher loved it for the same reason she loved Derry in the rain—because imperfections sounded honest if you listened long enough. Most people at St. Aidan’s mistook confidence for volume. Maeve knew better.